“Oh, dear!” she said, thinking that it all seemed rather hopeless.
“I don’t want a fortune. I want horses. Like to go and live at Dolphinton and breed horses.”
“To Ireland! Well, and so you should! Does Hannah say that too?”
“Yes. She don’t want to live in London either.”
“I wish I could meet her!”
He looked surprised, but pleased. “You do? Wish you could meet Hannah?”
“Yes, but if she lives in Cheltenham—”
“Don’t live in Cheltenham. Lives in Keppel Street. Not a good address. Mama wouldn’t like it. Full of Cits and lawyers. Don’t like it much myself. But I go there,” said Dolphinton, in a burst of confidence. “Mama thinks I go to Boodle’s. That’s a hoax too.”
It seemed to Kitty that this particular hoax was one which could only lead to disaster. She almost shuddered to think of what Dolphinton’s fate would be if some chance discovered the deception to his parent. “Dolph, why should you not take me to visit Miss Plymstock?” she asked. “I wish very much to help you, but first I do think I should see her, because—well, I think I should!”
“Couldn’t. Finglass would tell Mama.”